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Ghost
I feel like a ghost in my own life
Do I even exist?
I passed by a car today and looked into its tinted windscreen
And the reflection staring back looked nothing like me
It was a changeling that stood there
I feel like a ghost in my own life
My obituary is probably in yesterday’s papers
The section of the newspaper that my parents never understood my interest for as a child
You probably just use it to wipe your windows with now
The windows of the castle you have built for yourself in the air
The castle in which you are the sole ruler of and I, your scullery maid
To serve you along with the queen
Who stole my  throne
I feel like a ghost in my own life
Haunting this body
I feel like a ghost in my own life
And all I can do for an eternity
Is moan
Over my own death
So long ago
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Literature
Laundromat
Reality is warped in a laundromat at 3 am
When there exists a void
The one that allows you to gaze into a mirror in the dead of night
And see a reflection that isn’t yours
Reality is warped in a laundromat at 3 am
When you stare into the eye of the whirlpool
The whirlpool of flannel shirts, ripped jeans, and underwear
Swirling round and round and round
In tune with the whir of the gigantic tumble dryers
All around you
And you’ll find peace
The kind of peace you’ll find in the middle of a tornado
Because reality is warped in a laundromat
At 3 am
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Literature
Winter
Just a stare from those icy blue eyes
Is enough to melt any frozen heart
She’s the coolest chick
Mysterious and intriguing
With a formidable, cold air
All the girls are jealous of her rare beauty
Platinum blonde hair, pale porcelain skin with those ice-coloured eyes to match
All the guys want to jump her (freezing) bones
The reason never leaves the house without her trench coat
Or take her out for some hot cocoa
Every word from her glossy lips
Are like snowflakes
Her rare laughs pierce the air like icicles
Winter is the moniker
The world calls her by
Come the end of the year
When white snow covers every inch of the green earth
Till Spring returns
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Literature
Autumn
Red, orange, and yellow are the colours
He wears proudly
Like American flags over fallen soldiers’ coffins
Catch him huddled up inside a cafe with a hot cup of pumpkin spice latte
Between his fingerless-gloved hands
With his sweetheart
Whispering sweet nothings and making goo-goo eyes at each other
For hours on end
In his red flannel shirt - to match his ginger hair
Covered by his beanie
Wherever he walks, maple leaves fall all around
Blessing him and everyone around
With a gorgeous shower of gold
Autumn is his name
Sweater weather
The time of the year when the trees are ablaze
With leaves flying everywhere
In the cool, crisp air
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Literature
Summer
She’s tall, tan, hot, and blonde
With a hot-headed temperament to match
Never catch her without her giant gold hoop earrings
And her yellow sundress
Water is her solace
Especially the beach
When the sun is high and everybody longs for an air-conditioned room
And a tall glass of something cool before them
Find her by the pool
Soaking up the sun in her gold bikini
And her pink heart-shaped sunglasses
Where she might smile her million-dollar smile at you and invite you to join her
For some ice-cool lemonade
As yellow as her hair
Her name’s Summer
The hottest time of the year
When the sun is turned to full blast
Just like the buzzing of the honeybees
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Spring
He’s flamboyant and fabulous
Floral button-downs and tight pants are his wardrobe
He’s the friend who is always there for you even though you don’t see him
In his branches you shall find comfort
French cologne envelopes his every entrance
And lingers after his every exit
Flowers bloom at the touch of his hand
He will take you for Easter egg hunts
When the first April showers start to gently kiss the earth
Along with sakura petals
He is Spring
The first of the four seasons
Flower power
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Sunday
Sunday emerges from out of the shadows
As soon as Saturday has retired for the night in the solace of the guestroom
At the Weekdays’ residence
Where they are to put up for two days at
Before flying back to the sky
Like the God-given days of the week they are
The God everybody should rise early to attend remembrance service for this morning
At the nearby chapel
About time some churchgoing got knocked into everyone’s head
As the eldest in the house - for the time being, she plays the role responsible shepherd
The one in charge of tending to the irresponsible, “sleepyheaded flock of heathens” occupying the house
Some just turn over and sleep, ignoring the shrill alarm call of Sunday’s morning
Some actually wake up and put in their dresses and hats and button-up shirts
Anything to please their oldest cousin and the God she worships
Some people around the world hate her
She stinks of religion and the constant reminder that tomorrow is Monday once more
Some abso
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Saturday
Saturday finally arrives in town to spend his weekend with his cousins - the Weekdays  
As soon as he steps out of the plane, he gets a full-on celebrity’s welcome at the airport
Tonnes of screaming fans - everyone ranging from young children to working adults - are waiting for him
Holding up fancy banners with ‘I LOVE SATURDAYS’ or giant hearts with his face in it
Some even have t-shirts on
All those who have been counting down each day of the week, waiting for the arrival of their Messiah
The one to save them from all the banality inflicted upon them by the 5 Weekday siblings…
...Saturday
The cool guy
That everyone either wants to sleep with - catch up on their much-needed slumber robbed from them by the weekdays
Or hang with - skateboarding at the park, going to the playground, shopping
The popular guy
That every girl gets close to his closest girl cousin - Friday - for just so they can all get his phone number
The protagonist
The one that makes M
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Friday
Today is the day Friday thanks God for
As soon as she rolls out of bed in her animal onesie and tousled blonde hair
For it is her day - the day everyone looks forward to
Not knowing that they only look forward to her arrival because of the one that trails behind her - Saturday
But that’s a story for another day
Beside her, Thursday lays asleep on her mattress - amongst millions of old photographs splayed out on the floor
Friday showers and throws on her jumper, ripped jeans, and beanie before heading out the door to school
With her “night outfit” stowed away in her backpack
The outfit for the night when everyone is to hit the club
The night that everyone exchanges knowing glances about throughout the day while glancing at the clock
Counting down the seconds till the sun goes down
And liquor turns everyone into the best versions of themselves
Bought by swiping Monday’s card at the club and flashing fake IDs at the entrance
Just waiting for Saturday to arri
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Literature
Thursday
Thursday is woman of her own
With underrated beauty
Raven hair with ocean eyes
Skin like a China doll
A rare soul with nyctophilia
Only appreciated by a few with equally-rare souls
A writer by profession, coffee flows where her blood should
Smoking cigarettes and staying up late is her shit
While looking at old photographs and greeting cards
‘Throwback Thursday’ is what they nickname her
Engulfing herself in nostalgia and late-night thoughts
Till the slivers of blue start to gild the black sky
And her sleeping sister starts to stir awake beside her
Starting to awaken and take upon the much-awaited next day
The day that she will forever only live in the shadow of…
...Friday
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Wednesday
Wednesday only returns in the wee hours of the morning
From God-knows-where 
Wearing the aroma of perfume that isn’t his,
A lipstick stain on the collar of his leather jacket,
And a vamp on his arm
Dressed in a pink scanty mini dress 
Just for him
Because “On Wednesdays, we wear pink”
He returns in the wee hours of the morning
After boring ol’ Big Sis Tuesday has just wrapped up her late-night study session and gone to bed
Avoiding any awkward confrontation with her unemployed, fuckboy brother
With a massive middle-child-syndrome
He only returns at the dawn of his day
Humpday
Some take it literally
Some take it figuratively
It’s the day everybody takes a sigh of relief and leans back in their swivel chairs because they are finally ‘over the hump’ of the week
And some get paid 
So they can go down to the bar and blow it all on beers
With the first two days gone
And even the calendar goes ‘WTF’  
T
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Tuesday
There is a lass named Tuesday 
Whom only certain people acknowledge
When she enters a room on a Tuesday morning
When she enters a room on her morning
And the rest ignore
Neither is she attractive
Nor is she ugly
Her hair is the colour of treacle
And her eyes, dark with a hint of brown
At times dull
At times interesting
Tuesday is the kind of girl who comes right home after classes
Not just because she has a strict elder brother named Monday
But because her friends are too busy spending the day studying
Or rushing to their part-time jobs
There is a lass named Tuesday
Whose idea of fun is going out for ice-cream
Or going to the corner store to pick up groceries
Constantly forgotten
And overshadowed by the other six
The plainest one in the family
The blandest day of the week...
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Monday
Monday is up before anyone else in the house
When the skies are a lovely shade of navvy
And the earliest birds are about
Just to catch that worm
Promised to them by their maker
He rises and makes his bed
And tries not to trip over all the bodies around him
Wrapped up in their sleeping-bag cocoons
Passed-out after last night’s events
Except for him
He’d dozed off early
To prepare for the next day
To prepare for his day...
...Monday
Downstairs, breakfast is already served
 
And unfinished homework lays untouched - belonging to Friday 
Monday now smirks as he stands in the doorway in his business suit, briefcase in hand
Before turning on all the lights in the room and walking away
Leaving everyone in a sudden panic as they stir awake
Some rub their eyes
Some curse
And some get up and rush to get ready for the day
To get ready for his day…
...Monday
 
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Literature
Gluttony
She threw him out of her heart-shaped bed
When she found him entangled in the satin sheets with some other girl’s lacy pink underwear 
Leaving the one-bedroom apartment they shared with a gaping emptiness
To fill up the void, she gets herself a bowl of strawberry ice-cream 
And later, some leftover frozen pizza
And after that, half a bottle of wine 
Pretty soon, the fridge is empty 
Like how she still feels
She heads to the bedroom and starts ripping off all the pictures on the wall - the ones of him and her
And starts eating those too 
With hopes that the memories of him might fill up the void in her 
To no avail
She still drools with emptiness
She crawls towards the vase containing a single pink rose he gave her a week ago - on their anniversary - and tears it off its stalk before swallowing it whole 
It tastes like...love 
She is only half-full 
Making her way to the living room, she pulls out the mixtape he’d made her when th
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Literature
Envy
She looks at the world through green-coloured glasses
The glasses that make her a “four-eyed monster”
The “ugly girl” wherever she goes
So blinded by envy
She actually needs them
She wishes she was prettier and more popular
Maybe a cheerleader
Or on the drama team  
What she doesn’t know is that everyone wears masks
Called ‘fake smiles’ and ‘makeup’
About time she takes her green-coloured glasses off
And starts seeing reality for what it is
So everyone can take off their masks
And look into her emerald eyes
And know...
...that they are not that different
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Literature
Sloth
The alarm goes off when dawn illuminates the sky with its azure tint
He just lays in bed
Work lies piled up on the desk at the corner of the room
He just pulls the cyan covers up further
Next door, a drunkard beats his wife black-and-blue for not getting the door fast enough
He just rolls over to his left
A few blocks away, a teenage girl locks her door before replacing her cobalt velvet choker with a noose dangling from her ceiling fan
He just rolls over to his right
In the news, liars known as politicians are busy stealing from the nation
He just picks up his phone and hits the ‘retweet’ button on his Twitter app before throwing it back onto the nightstand cluttered with empty instant noodle cups and his “piss bottle” from a couple of nights ago
All of a sudden, an earthquake shakes the world as never before, signifying history’s climax
He just snores away...
...fading into oblivion
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I feel like a ghost in my own life
Do I even exist?
I passed by a car today and looked into its tinted windscreen
And the reflection staring back looked nothing like me
It was a changeling that stood there

I feel like a ghost in my own life
My obituary is probably in yesterday’s papers
The section of the newspaper that my parents never understood my interest for as a child
You probably just use it to wipe your windows with now
The windows of the castle you have built for yourself in the air
The castle in which you are the sole ruler of and I, your scullery maid
To serve you along with the queen
Who stole my  throne

I feel like a ghost in my own life
Haunting this body

I feel like a ghost in my own life
And all I can do for an eternity
Is moan
Over my own death
So long ago
Reality is warped in a laundromat at 3 am
When there exists a void
The one that allows you to gaze into a mirror in the dead of night
And see a reflection that isn’t yours

Reality is warped in a laundromat at 3 am
When you stare into the eye of the whirlpool
The whirlpool of flannel shirts, ripped jeans, and underwear
Swirling round and round and round
In tune with the whir of the gigantic tumble dryers
All around you

And you’ll find peace
The kind of peace you’ll find in the middle of a tornado

Because reality is warped in a laundromat

At 3 am
Laundromat
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Lol jk I don't do drugs and certainly wasn't high when i wrote this. My boss just wanted me to write this to convey the thoughts that have been running through my head these past few weeks
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Just a stare from those icy blue eyes
Is enough to melt any frozen heart
She’s the coolest chick
Mysterious and intriguing
With a formidable, cold air
All the girls are jealous of her rare beauty
Platinum blonde hair, pale porcelain skin with those ice-coloured eyes to match
All the guys want to jump her (freezing) bones
The reason never leaves the house without her trench coat
Or take her out for some hot cocoa
Every word from her glossy lips
Are like snowflakes
Her rare laughs pierce the air like icicles
Winter is the moniker
The world calls her by
Come the end of the year
When white snow covers every inch of the green earth
Till Spring returns
Red, orange, and yellow are the colours
He wears proudly
Like American flags over fallen soldiers’ coffins
Catch him huddled up inside a cafe with a hot cup of pumpkin spice latte
Between his fingerless-gloved hands
With his sweetheart
Whispering sweet nothings and making goo-goo eyes at each other
For hours on end
In his red flannel shirt - to match his ginger hair
Covered by his beanie
Wherever he walks, maple leaves fall all around
Blessing him and everyone around
With a gorgeous shower of gold
Autumn is his name
Sweater weather
The time of the year when the trees are ablaze
With leaves flying everywhere
In the cool, crisp air
She’s tall, tan, hot, and blonde
With a hot-headed temperament to match
Never catch her without her giant gold hoop earrings
And her yellow sundress
Water is her solace
Especially the beach
When the sun is high and everybody longs for an air-conditioned room
And a tall glass of something cool before them
Find her by the pool
Soaking up the sun in her gold bikini
And her pink heart-shaped sunglasses
Where she might smile her million-dollar smile at you and invite you to join her
For some ice-cool lemonade
As yellow as her hair
Her name’s Summer
The hottest time of the year
When the sun is turned to full blast
Just like the buzzing of the honeybees
  • Listening to: Pas de Deux Bird Creek
  • Drinking: Water
Mainly cuz' I realize how long I've abandoned it but mostly cuz' I'm at the end of my semester and am bored outta my mind lol. Expect to see more writings or photos or whatever being posted :dalove:

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I'm a Malaysian girl of Indian descent who used to be a "butch"(cross-dressing female) before this and I happen to be a poet - which is what this Deviantart account is mainly for. My rather odd username was made when I was still living out that phase, which was when I was 15 years old. I wasn't a lesbian or anything-like most girls who adapt to the cross-dressing/"butch" lifestyle but still I was one- a butch, that is (hence the name straight-butch) Then I added my date of birth, which is the 29th of March to it and it became 'straight-butch29' , get it? Teens go through many phases in life, which is what I was obviously going through and I think this username will serve as a reminder of THIS particular phase forever. NOW...I'm obviously a girly-girl :D My hair's longer and I like leaving it loose and I don't mind being in skirts and dresses. Oh...and make up too :flirty:

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You're welcome. Feel free to fav some of my stuff too if you like :blowkiss:
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:love: Thank you for the favorites, it really means ever so much to me that you enjoy my artwork! I invite you to add me to your watch so that you can see all the future beaded and stitched pieces I have planned! :blowkiss: Just think of the sparkles... :squee:
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